“Unable to help it, even with his teeth chattering, Stefan grinned at him. “Good. I'm a hermit, remember? I don't like people.” “He's not people,” Cordon pointed out, “he's more like a bear.” Golon growled in reply.” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“The guards were pacing in front of the large tent. They were armed with swords, axes, and crossbows, which Ennion didn't think was very… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“I'm not looking for clothes," Peter quickly explained, hoping she might like him better if she knew he hadn't come to invade her neatly… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Unable to help it, even with his teeth chattering, Stefan grinned at him. “Good. I'm a hermit, remember? I don't like people.” “He's not… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Yawning, Aden rubbed his eyes, blinked three more times, and yawned again. “Without breakfast? I never run away on an empty stomach.” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Because he's just so, so,” Peter paused looking for the right word, “so French!” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Not everyone is as stiff as the Dwarves,” Ennion said, straightening back up and grinning. “I don't even think you can sit down and… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Peter wasn't used to girls, and now there were four staring at him. He wished he had jumped out the window.” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“This is like that time in Budapest." "You and I remember Budapest very differently.” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“How many do you think there are?” Stefan whispered. “More than the fleas in my bed,” Oakes answered. Stefan glared at him. “I've been… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“At least there is no chance of a storm on a river,” she murmured, smiling at him. “Unless we make one!” Cordon declared and… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“You pull a pistol on me and insult me? What else do you do? Steal candy from babies?” — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
“Peter's stomach dropped into his boots and all thoughts of breakfast fled. How had the Assassin ended up here, and where had he amassed… — Jack Lewis Baillot Copy Share Image
